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Tsk tsk, Emily! Does your girlfriend know about your weakness for blondes? I’ll keep your secret . . . if you keep mine. Kisses! —A
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the naughtiest of them all? You told. So you’re next. —A
“I remember what I was going to tell you guys that night, when I wanted to meet you at Rosewood Day,” Hanna said, tears brimming in her eyes. “A is Mona.”
Spencer felt her arms pressing against Mona’s stomach, pushing as hard as she could. She saw the whites of Mona’s eyes as they widened, and heard Mona’s screams in her ears. Mona fell backward, and in a blink, she disappeared.
At least there something the tv show kept from the book.
Spencer thought, too, of Mona’s offer to her—I know how badly you want to be perfect. The thing was, being perfect didn’t mean anything if it wasn’t real.
